“Perfect. Now let’s go.” Taking my hand, we sprint out of the shoot area and back onto the elevator. “He’s going to fucking die when he sees you.” “Who?” I get a look that says don’t bullshit a bullshitter. “Really, bitch?” “That wasn’t my goal.” “Really, bitch?” I roll my eyes at him while pursing my lips, annoyed I’m so readable when I pride myself on being anything but. “Not for the reasons you think. I was just angry he made me change and wanted to cut off his nose to spite his face.” He holds up a hand. “Fine. That I’ll buy. Mission accomplished. I bet he’ll never make you change again.”
